Avengers Imagines

Ch. 7~That Damn Promotion-Bucky Smut

I chuck my bag into a dark corner of the jet and start pacing to try and get rid of the adrenaline still rushing through my veins. Bucky's hot on my tail, throwing his bag into the opposite dark corner as mine. "What the fuck was that?" He shouts at me, coming close enough that I can practically feel the rage vibrating off his body.

"That was saving your fucking life, Barnes. How about a thank you for once?" I ask, feeling my own temper flare.

Clint sighs from up front. "Can we get through one goddamn flight without you two arguing?"

"Ask this knucklehead!" I shout as I stare into Bucky's simmering blue eyes. "I told you not to move! Instead you charge through enemy fire, endangering your own life and mine! Not to mention the mission!" I plant my hands on my hips to resist punching his lights out. I outrank Bucky, a fact I know he despises. Not because I'm a woman, but because I'm me. We'd both been vying for the spot for months and when it came down to it I was chosen and he wasn't. He's still pissy about it.

"That building was about to come down on the both of us! If I hadn't moved and dragged you along we'd both be pancakes!"

I roll my eyes. "Of course, you come up with another reason that shines the light on you so you're the hero. Of fucking course." I say snidely and walk over to the wall to get away from him. Unfortunately, the jet is small and the idiot isn't done spurting his bullshit yet.

"Because you're always the hero? How dare someone else do something right other than you?" He mocks and I spin around to counter, but the jet turns and Bucky quickly moves forward, his metal arm finding purchase on the wall behind me. His entire body is shoved into mine as the plane keeps turning and he keeps me from falling over. I swallow as I watch a bead of sweat roll down from his neck onto his chest. For an insane moment, I think of licking it off. Cursing myself, I shove the thought into the back of my mind.

In training he was never this much of an asshole. He still was one, but it was much more playful. When we sparred, his main goal was to pin me. Sometimes I'd let him just to feel the delicious weight of his body on mine. Every time he'd get off me, his groin would grind into my core before he stood. Just that felt so good, I can't imagine what sex with him would be like. But now I can't possibly give him the satisfaction of knowing how fucking turned on his body still makes me.

I look up and scowl at the sight of his smirk and the crinkles beside his blue eyes. "Fuck off, Barnes." I ground out as the plane levels. Something in me jerks when he growls and his head lowers just enough to let his lips graze my neck. He backs up and I realize he's bowing.

"Of course, your highness." He mocks, but I smile.

"I'll stick with Captain, but you're on the right track." I quip and he groans, leaving me to go to his part of the plane; as far away from me as possible.

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"Honestly, I don't know how you put up with it." I tell Steve. We landed a couple hours ago and Bucky and I were quick to part ways. He gave me a nice view of his ass when he walked away though. After showering and changing into new clothes, a big t-shirt and some shorts, I went in search of Steve. He always has a calming effect on me.

He shrugs while smiling and shaking his head. "Sorry. He's still just a little upset you're above him now. Also, he's a little...frustrated." He hesitates slightly before the last word and blushes after he says it.

I laugh and take a swig of beer. "You're still a prude, Steve. You mean sexually, yeah?" I ask, suddenly my interest has peaked. He nods after giving me a look for calling him a prude. "Who isn't these days? It shouldn't effect work!" I say sternly. Steve however, looks to be the embodiment of peace as he leans over and rubs the spot between my shoulder blades. He knows that's my weak spot.